Mould it, Shape it

Surreal thoughts

I open the door… off I go… I go back to my inner- self. The nature is calling me, I want to abandon the necessities of existence and embrace the simplicity of my own immaculately woven world- made of intricate loops joined together in a chain of bitter happiness.

Is anxiety a curse or a gift? Maybe both. I was born this way, cursed or gifted? Incurable disease- they would call it many years ago, they would lock you up in the mental institution for being different? What has changed now? The fact that you are different, you can shape it and mould it the way you like. If you look for an affordable mental counseling from the government you won’t receive it unless you are border line suicidal. Cutting costs, you are just a number in the system. Shape it, mould it, live it.

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Music is my Survival Mode

Precious Experiences

There is nothing better than a soul comforted by music. It keeps me alive. It keeps me going. It reminds me that my Inner- self is there for me when the world around mentally crashes me in to pieces. Tune in to musically enhanced survival mode if you want to stay your real self.

Dear Life

Surreal thoughts

Dear Life as you may know 

hope  exist together with peace.

I know I’m lost 

in the forest of poisonous thoughts.

I look to Mother Earth for guidance 

of how to survive.

I thrive on a dream 

that occurred to me last night.

I was a plant blooming in the woods.

I thought to be a rosette 

with a diamond like crimson petals.

I turned to be a wild weed 

with yellow and wilting leaves.

But I was a I troublesome bustard 

, a rebel at heart and soul.